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Azazor gave me back my logbook. And saved me.This isn't the first time I've written this, but I had given up hope of writing here again. And once again, we made it through. You have to believe that something is watching over my old skin. A Power? Or just plain luck. Just like when you spin the wheel of good old Brotherhood of the always more Fortunate Gubani.So the Marauders gave him back my writings. That is to say that they trusted him. Not like they did with me. And because of me, we find ourselves like fugitives, on top of this mountain.He no doubt read.But I'm going to rewrite from the beginning, from when we arrived at Sentinel.We were stopped by the Marauders, numerous and heavily armed. Separated, deprived of our belongings. It seems to me that they treated Azazor better than me very quickly... And they asked me stupid questions. What clan I belong to. Then I realized that my crystal was a problem. What I am doing here. I thought I could play the smartest with them. But I was not able to get any information about the Horizon Surveyors clan. As a result, they transferred me to The Citadel, tied up, with the convoy that was taking Azazor away. As for him untied and free. When I got over there, they hung me up by my feet in a broom closet. If I'd had an axe at hand, I'd have made you a Marauder's mash... upside down, I don't know how long. A few hours, a few days? They finally took me away to be questioned by several Marauders. Probably high-ranking, maybe even the homina who runs the Citadel, the Regent, as they call her. But I wondered why they were so interested in my case. It seems that the Marauders are spying on each other, and the clans are stabbing each other in the back to gain some power, to make their opinions known. Maybe they thought I was one of those spies. There, with them, I played it straight, and told the whole truth. I will never know if it worked, if they would have released me or killed me. From what I understood later, I would probably have been left in a cell until I starved to death, the Marauders having other kitins to worry about.And it actually happened what I didn't expect, but then not at all...I thought maybe Azazor, having arranged things for me, would show up with guards to free me before I set off again. Chained as I was, I saw no other possible way out. But it was Arid who arrived. A helmeted homin, alone. I understood later that he had not acted alone, but I have not had no contact with anyone else. He knocked out a guard, opened the door, freed me. I could have fallen in love, if he was not a Matis, and not so young. But I was not at the end of my surprises. He told me he knew my name, my taste for shookie—he even offered me one. I didn't even have the presence of mind to ask where it came from, but I understood that it was something rather rare in The Citadel. It's quite conceivable that this skill has come back from the New Lands, and that they produce some of it, somewhere in a camp in the Scaterred Desert.Arid, Rapid Arma, Marauder and Seeker of Elias, exiled in the Old Lands for some twenty Jena years. He showed me his face, something Trytonists normally don't do back in New Lands. He didn't tell me his real name, and I wouldn't have asked anyway. So he knew me when I was a young legionnary who had doubts and had just turned his back on the Kamis. He especially knew Lopyrèch... Icus, my mentor, my friend. The one who made me a seeker of truth, the one who made me open my eyes to so many mysteries, to all that the Powers hide from us... The only other Fyros, with Azazor, to whom I gave myself up... Once, thanks to alcohol. One more thing I didn't tell to almost anyone, here... And ramèch, this is the result. A Fyrossa who abandons her kids and lies like she breathes. Lopy... If you were still alive, you'd slap me a lot worse than Azazor wants to slap me every day. And you'd be right. Or you would just tell me to hide the truth more intelligently... I realize that if it was useful in the New Lands, where the Powers are hunting us down, where we make such a fuss about the insipid power games between nations, it is something totally stupid and useless here, in the absence of the Powers and the political powers. But when I think about what I can answer to a question, only the most improbable and untruthful option comes out of my mouth... I have to change that.So I owe my freedom to this Matis. He even took the time to get my belongings, and to provide me with another blue Marauder armor. The one I had on when I arrived would have attracted too much attention. He gave me a pike and a shield, in addition to my hatchet and my amplifiers that he had been able to recover. A pike! The only weapon effective against some kitins. I'd broken the last one in I don't know what fight. Food, enough to last a few days. He didn't ask for anything in exchange, I couldn't have offered him much. Except to keep alive the belief of a freed hominity. We left in the early morning from the cache where he had brought me and resumed this game of hide-and-seek with kitins' and Marauders' patrols. I didn't expect this from The Citadel. It's not a city, it's a battlefield, where a constant war with the kitins is going on. The Marauders here are almost like the Rangers back home, minus the "I love everybody" aspect. Here, it's sink or swim, it's the door that holds the next swarming of hell behind the mountains. Well, I shouldn't exaggerate either. He also told me that The Citadel is full of places to live: inns, schools, training facilities, armories... They live here, but everything has been designed over time to be moved around easily and to stay safe from the Kitins. I wasn't offered a tour, I replied, laughing.Before leaving, he also told me about his journey to get here. About the same as we did, but with a larger group with quite disparate origins. This did not prevent him from seeing several of his companions fall, especially during the crossing of the Sea of Wood. When he arrived, the former Subject of the Kingdom that he was had to serve several years at the Cloudy Cliff Outpost before he could be considered trustworthy and allowed to join their ranks. After that, he was finally able to join The Citadel. Some of his companions are still here, some, especially the older ones at the time, remained on the island of Oflovak.I also learned something very interesting. I had understood that Marauders use Karavan items, looted from abandoned cruisers for example, to power their own technology. How, that remains to be seen, but the contact I had with them is not going to help me find out more. On the other hand, what I didn't know is that the Karavan is still present in the area, in some way. Not much on the ground, but mostly in the sky. Arid explained to me that sometimes Karavan ships attack the kitins. They call it a "strike" here. Powerful spells, sent from their ships, presumably above the Canopy. Probably when the kitins are too concentrated in one place, sometimes right outside the gates of The Citadel. Or, more often, directed against certain specimens in particular, those famous flaming ones we had heard about. No Kami in the area, on the other hand, Arid told me. At least, not that he knows of. It is said that in the time of Melkiar, some clan leaders had contact with them, but it has become almost a legend nowadays. Not this surprises me, in fact it confirms a lot of old theories. But that the Karavan, along with the Marauders, is still trying to contain the kitins is astonishing information. He told me that Karavan agents are sometimes seen at The Citadel, during important meetings, usually reserved for clan leaders. No one knows, except for these clan leaders, whether these ambassadors remain permanently at The Citadel. He also let me know, without wanting to say more, that the technology of the Marauders was partly linked to that of the Karavan.So I asked... If the Karavan wasn't here, would the Marauders be able to hold the kitins back? Do they really work together? It seemed to me that his vision of the Karavan was no longer the one we Seekers of Elias might have in the New Lands. But Arid couldn't really tell me much more than that, as we were already late for be present at Azazor's departure.Then something probably went wrong. His plan was to follow Azazor's convoy, and give him a few hours head start. As Arid had planned, the guards who had accompanied Azazor to that steep path had stayed there for a while after the Fyros had left, and when he was no longer in sight, they scattered into the crevices of the canyon. After a few seconds, from the watching point where Arid and I were positioned, it was impossible to detect the presence of a single homin. The Matis seemed tense. We waited again, and then he showed me the way, telling me that he was going to follow me at a distance. Being careful not to let anyone see me. "If anything goes wrong for me, hide, and let me handle it. We'll only get through this if I'm not seen with you. If you're spotted...run. I'll see what I can do." I asked him to leave from now, to teleport if he could. He had taken enough risks. He nodded without really saying what he was going to do. I hope he didn't get in trouble. Then after thanking him one last time, I headed off in the direction he had pointed me.After a few minutes, just as I was about to cross a relatively uncovered area, a hubbub began to be heard, similar to the one caused by the swarm of kitins I had crossed a few days earlier. I hid as best I could in a crevice of sawdust, and waited a good while, trying not to panic, for the commotion to pass. It lasted, and I got lost in my thoughts... What if my release compromised the safety of the Trytonists of The Citadel? What if, because of me, attention was focused on them, to the point that they were incriminated? When I came out of my thoughts, the noise had stopped.As I emerged from my hiding place, despite my cautions, I came face to face with a Marauder, alone, and armed with a spear. My clan, what am I doing here? I didn't lie, and told him I was hiding from the kitins, picking up my spear and pretending to put it back on my back. With a quick movement, I stuck it under his helmet, right into his neck. A sharp, fatal blow, for a homin who wasn't expecting it. "With Akilia's regards." I said while striking, without really thinking. His body dematerialized. Toub de toub... At the time, I had found nothing better to divert their attention. If they think that I am a spy of the Ashes Clan, they will perhaps forget about the Trytonists.It took me several hours of climbing before I could see Azazor from a distance. The damn guy is doing pretty well, I must say. He's in much better shape than at the beginning of our trip. I stayed at a distance, so he wouldn't see me. Not yet. I had to give him a day or two head start. Luckily, he seemed not to look back. When he set up camp for the night, I tried to sleep on the sawdust in a crevice of the cliff, thinking about how to get in front of him.. What could I say to him... To play it down, now that The Citadel was behind us, I thought... "Aza! 'ren pyr, how's the climbing going? Hey, it's invigorating here. Shall we throw down knocks to each other now or save that for later?"I guess I always succeed in my arrivals. The next day, he took a break after his hazardous crossing on a rope bridge. I waited on the other side until he wanted to resume his walking, again to give him a head start. It was then that I realized, by chance because I was trying to hide from him, that some Marauders, below, were climbing up pursuing me. They had seen me, and were hoping to get to me noiselessly. I had no chance to hide from neither one nor the others. Fighting was not a good idea, so I dashed across the bridge with my stuff on my back. Azazor was surprised, I thought he was going to send me into the chasm. But he waited for me to cross, then gave a great blow with his axe on the bridge ropes to cut it.He no doubt read.
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J’ai tout dit à Azazor. Plus de mensonges. De toute façon, je n’ai plus rien à lui cacher… Je n’ai plus grand chose en ma possession. Ils ont tout pris. Toutes les expériences que j’avais prévues, envolées. Plus de poison, afin de tester si la réaction des kitins ici est la même que dans les Nouvelles Terres. Plus de goo, plus de casque filtrant, et ce n’est pas ici que je vais réussir à en reconstituer. Plus de fioles vides, je ne pourrai pas non plus ramener d’échantillons sensibles… On oublie les poisons et sécrétions de kitins locaux, ou autres résidus que je pourrai trouver à Coriolis. De toute façon, j’aviserai… Il faudra bien du courage pour transporter quelque chose de plus, sans avoir de mektoub…Un miracle que je puisse encore écrire, et que mes carnets de notes me soient revenus. Les maraudeurs les ont copiés, d'après Azazor. Au point ou on en est, tout aurait pu être pire.Je n’ai même pas demandé à Azazor pourquoi il n’avait rien dit, rien fait, pour me sortir de cette situation de ramèch. Je lui dois bien ça. Il avait ses raisons, que je respecte. J'ai merdé. Je n’aurais peut-être pas du écouter Mazé’Yum, mais sans lui, sans ce cristal, j’aurais vraiment terminé dans le ventre d’un monstre des eaux de la grande flaque. J'aurais peut-être simplement dû lui en parler. Qui a raison, qui a tort… Nous faisons bien de laisser de coté ce qui a pourri nos relations depuis qu’Azazor a découvert ce flacon de poison, il y a si longtemps déjà.Qui avait dit que passer en haut de la dorsale serait une partie de plaisir? Le chemin que nous avons emprunté pour arriver en haut a certes été façonné par des homins par le passé. Mais arrivés en haut, quasiment plus rien. Nous avançons comme nous pouvons, évitant les crevasses, parfois obligés de faire un détour de quelques kilomètres pour traverser. Et parfois, un escalier ou une échelle sont installées. Peut-être que tout simplement, nous perdons la trace du peu d'aménagements qui ont été réalisés, le chemin étant si peu emprunté. J'espère surtout qu'ils n'ont pas installé de Zinuakeen plus loin, dans la direction que nous prennons. Les maraudeurs pourraient simplement être en train de nous attendre, les armes à la main... Azazor semble avoir entendu dire que seul quelques rares chasseurs de dragons rouges et quelques Rangers s’aventurent encore dans cette direction... Ils ont sans doute autre chose à faire que de nous poursuivre. J'imagine que nous ne sommes pas si important à leurs yeux.D’après les indications qu’Azazor a reçues, il nous reste quelques semaines de marche avant de pouvoir atteindre Coriolis. Nous marchons à l’affut du moindre gibier, de la moindre plante comestible. Quand nous serons à Coriolis, il nous faudra trouver le moyen de descendre de la dorsale, très prudemment. Éviter de tomber, et éviter de nous faire repérer par les kitins. Qui sait ce que nous trouverons... Peut-être rien, peut-être la réponse à tant de questions.Si nous ne mourrons pas de faim d'ici là.En contrebas, nous pouvons voir l’enfer qui a envahi le désert de nos ancêtres. Lorsque nous ne marchons pas, la vue que nous avons sur le mouvement des kitins est impressionnante. Mais plus nous nous éloignons de Citadelle, plus nous pouvons voir qu'ils ne couvrent pas la zone, loin de là. Ils se déplacent en groupe, des groupes bien plus fournis que ceux que nous pouvons voir dans nos Nouvelles Terres. Mais certaines zones semblent compter moins de kitins, voir aucun. Peut-être s’agit t-il de terrains sans gibier ou nourriture? De zones que les Kitins évitent pour d'autres raisons? Se déplacent-ils de zones en zones, en fonction des saisons? En fonction de la nourrirure qu'ils trouvent? Il me semble que malgré leurs mouvements de groupes distincts, certains troupeaux de kitins on tendance à se rapprocher de la dorsale pendant la journée, et de s'en éloigner le soir. Peut-être pour trouver la fraicheur? Nous verrons, mais il nous faudra peut-être descendre vers Coriolis de nuit. Le désert s'étend à perte de vue, et nous n'en apercevons qu'une petite partie, il nous faudrait quelques jours de plus à observer ces mêmes zones pour déterminer s'il s'agit des mêmes groupes, ou si de plus larges mouvements s'opèrent. D'ici, il est aussi relativement difficile de distinguer de quelles espèces il s'agit, ni de se faire une idée sur la taille de ces régions. Nous sommes si loin du sol, si près de la canopée, sans qu'elle ne soit accéssible. Voir le monde de si haut donne une sensation mêlée, entre victoire, vertige et angoisse infinie. Et plus nous avançons vers Coriolis, plus notre impatience se transforme en fébrilité.Coriolis, la terre de nos ancêtres, là où, en creusant, ils ont réveillé l'essaim de Kitin. Ou Fyrak, peut-être... Peut-être bien l'endroit ou les Puissances cachent leurs plus terribles secrets.
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